Chapter IV: Originality and Influence (4)

_F. 2^o._ Pois, senhor, que vos parece?
desejo de vos seruir
& nam quero ̃q venha aa cidade
hum quem nam parece esquece.

_F. 1^o._ Paguey soma de dinheyro
610 a hum ouriuez agora
de prata que me laurou
& paguey a hum recoueiro
que he a dar dinheyros fora
a quem nam sei como os ganhou.

_F. 2^o._ Ganhã-nos tã mal ganhados
que vos roubam as orelhas.

_F. 1^o._ Pola hostia consagrada
& polo Deos consagrado
que os lobos nas ouelhas
620 nam dam tã crua pancada.
Polos sanctos auangelhos
e polo omnium sanctorum
que atee o meu capelam
per mesinhas de coelhos
& hũa secula seculorum
lhe dou por missa hum tostam.
¶ Não ha ja homem em Portugal
tam sogeyto em pagar
nem tam forro pera molheres.

630 _F. 2^o._ Guarday vos esse bem tal
que a mi ham me de matar
bem me queres, mal me queres.

_F. 1^o._ Per quantas damas Deos t̃e
nã daria nemigalha:
olhay que descubro isto.

_F. 2^o._ Sam tam fino em querer bem
que de fino tomo a palha
pola fee de Jesu Christo.
¶ Quem quereis que veja olhinhos
640 que se nam perca por elles
la per hũs geytinhos lindos
que vos metem em caminhos
& nam ha caminhos nelles
senam espinhos infindos.

_F. 1^o._ Eu ja nam ey de penar
por amores de ninguem;
mas dama de bom morgado
aqui vay o remirar,
aqui vay o querer bem,
650 & tudo bem empregado.
¶ Que porque dance muy bem
nem baylar com muyta graça,
seja discreta, auisada,
fermosa quanto Deos tem,
senhor, boa prol lhe faça
se seu pay nam tiuer nada.
Nam sejaes vos tam mancias,
que isso passa ja damor
& cousas desesperadas.

660 _F. 2^o._ Porem la por vossas vias
vou vos esperar, senhor,
a rendeyro das jugadas.
¶ Porque galante caseyro
he pera por em historia.

_F. 1^o._ Mas zombay, senhor, zombay.

_F. 2^o._ Senhor, o homem inteiro
nam lha de vir ha memoria
co a dama o de seu pay;
nem ha mais de desejar
670 nem querer outra alegria
que so los tus cabellos niña:
nam ha hi mais que esperar
onde he esta canteguinha,
e todo mal he quem no tem,
e se o disserem digão, alma minha,
quem vos anojou meu bem.
Ey os todos de grosar
¶ ainda que sejam velhos.

_F. 1^o._ Vos, senhor, vindes tão brauo
680 que eu eyuos medo ja:
polos sanctos auangelhos
que leuais tudo ao cabo
la onde cabo nam ha.

_F. 2^o._ Zombaes, & daes a entender
zombando que mentendeis.
Pois de vos muy alto sou,
porque deueis de saber
que se damor nam sabeis
nam podeis yr onde vou.
690 ¶ Quando fordes namorado
vireis a ser mais profundo,
mais discreto e mais sotil,
porque o mundo namorado
he la, senhor, outro mundo,
que estaa alem do Brasil.
Oo meu mundo verdadeyro!
oo minha justa batalha!
mundo do meu doce engano!

_F. 1^o._ Oo palha do meu palheyro,
700 que tenho hum mundo de palha,
palha ainda dora a hum anno;
e tenho hum mundo de trigo
para vender a essa gente:
bom cabeça tem Morale.
Nam quero damor, amigo
andar gemente & flente
in hac lachrymarum valle.

_F._ 2^o. Voume: vos não sois sentido,
sois muy duro do pescoço,
710 não val isso nemigalha:
pesame de ver perdido
hum homem fidalgo ençosso,
pois tem a vida na palha.

FINIS

19. _milhaam_ B. _milhan_ C.

21. _desamparada_ B.

24. _gentes_ A, B. _gente_ C, D, E.

25. _raya_ A, B. _raiva_ C, D, E.

43. _Habofee_ B.

52. _o que_ A, B. _quanto_ C, D, E.

53. _perlongueis_ A, B. _prolongueis_ C, D, E.

57. _et negociatores_ C.

62. _d'outro_ C.

103. _Pedreneyra_ B.

115. _coma_ A. _como_ B.

128. _o gaiteyro_ A. _ó gaiteiro_ C, D, E.

135. _Uos trazeis_ A. _Trazeis_ C, D, E.

142. _da raça_ A. _de raça_ C.

153. _dizey ora_ B.

157. _Penonia_ A. _Per omnia_ C.

167. _perhi_ B.

174. _direyis_ A.

180. _honde_ B.

183. _oriuez_ and infra _our._ A; _oriuz_ B. _see_ A; _seee_ B; _s'he_ C.

191. _de occupar_ C.

198. _ja o sabeis_ A. _ja sabeis_ C.

205. B omits 205 and prints 206 twice.

236. _desfeyto_ B.

239. B. omits _mais_.

240. _que em_ C.

249. _ver o que faz_ C.

255. _com o_ A. _c'o_ C.

257. _anno_ B.

263-4. _capelam, ourives?_

268. _que m'abruquele_ C. B omits 268.

269. _s'he_ C.

271. _O recado qu'elle dá! Madraço,_ ?

286. _deixa_ C.

287. _o amais_ B. _o mais o_ C.

288. _com os outros_ B.

292. _ca a vinda_ C.

308. _acupado_ A, B. _occupado_ C.

325. _minha_ A, B. _a minha_ C.

346. _melancholia_ C. _chocallada_ B.

369. _uxtix, uxte_ C.

372. _Aa corpo_ A. _ao corpo_ C, D, E.

375. _vareja_ C.

377. _pa_ B.

383. _que nos_ A, B. _que vos_ C.

389. _a candeia morta, gaita_ C.

395. _cilha_ C.

397. _senhora_ B.

406. _e o seu_ C.

419. _as_ B.

422. _leixaste_ C.

425. _fretaste_ C.

443. _fogio_ B.

449. _t'ha_ C.

465. _Afonso_ B.

466. _Affonso_ B.

467. _Iam diz_ B. _Jan Diz_ C.

470. _gram noo_ A. _gran dó_ C.

471. _razam_ B.

484. _aa menhaa_ B.

488. _señora_ A, B.

491. _chocallos_ B.

495. _s'ha_ C.

503. _Cauaua andando o bacelo_ A, B. _Cavando andava bacelo_ C.

506. _Cobelo_ C.

513. _sou_ A; _sam_ C [cf. 591]. _señor_ B.

518. _ey de perchegar_ A, B. _hei de chegar_ C.

524. _bom frisado_ B.

535. _casalo_ B.

536. _sobem_ A, B. _sabem_ C.

549. _haqui_ B. _ha aqui_ C.

552. _lha a_ A. _lha_ B. _lhe ha_ C.

559. _da par_ B.

562. _frescaria_ B.

576. _astrologo_ C.

591. _sam_ A; _sou_ C [cf. 513]. _da Sertãy_ A, B; _do sertão_ C.

604. _maa_ A. _me a_ C. _& gran saber maa_ B.

617. B omits 617-626.

634. _nem migalha_ C.

644. _enfindos_ A. B omits 644.

666. _enteyro_ B.

671. que so _Los tus cabellos niña_ C.

675. _e se o disserem digão_--_Alma minha_ C.

681. _auangelhos_ A, B. _evangelhos_ C.

689. _onde eu vou_ C.

692. _subtil_ C.

703. _vender essa essa gente_ A. _a essa_ B, C.

704. _bom_ A, B. _boa_ C.

707. _vale_ A.

712. _ençosso_ A. _ensoço_ C.

FINIS. B omits _Finis_ and has: _Vanse estas figuras & acabouse esta farsa. Laus Deo_

ENGLISH TRANSLATION:

_The Carriers._

_The following farce was played before the very powerful and excellent King Dom João III of Portugal in his city of Coimbra in the year of the Lord 1526. Its argument is that a nobleman with a very small income lived in great state and had his own chaplain, goldsmith and other officials, whom he never paid. His chaplain seeing himself penniless and in tatters enters, saying:_

_Chaplain._ In such straits I cannot pray,
So to lessen my distress
And to win lightheartedness
I'll walk along this Sandy Way
And, the cares that on me press
To soothe, the old romance I'll gloss
"I was in Coimbra city"
Since Coimbra without pity
Brings us to such dearth and loss.
10 I was in Coimbra city
That is built so gracefully,
In the plains of the Mondego
Straw nor barley could I see.
Thereupon, ah me! I reckoned
'Twas a trap set artfully
For the horses of the Court
And the mule that carried me
Ill I augured when I saw
The young maize cut so lavishly
20 And selling for its weight in gold:
O my mule, I grieve for thee!
In the plain along the river
I saw a host in battle free
Not of men, of mice the host was,
They were fighting furiously.
There are cabbages--in Biscay
And there's meat--in Brittany.
I'm chaplain to a nobleman,
Poor as a church-mouse is he;
30 On great show his heart is set
Although his household famished be,
Rustic louts he has for pages
And all goes disastrously.
Now will I ask leave of him
And demand my salary.

_The chaplain arrives at the nobleman's room and converses with him thus:_

_C._ Sir, it is high time, I ween....

_N._ Say on, good padre, say on.

_C._ I say three years are wellnigh gone
Since your chaplain I have been.

40 _N._ Say on, for such a truth convinces.

_C._ And I might have been the Prince's
Yes, and might have been the King's.

_N._ In good sooth that's not so clear.

_C._ For I'm meant for higher things
Though I stayed to serve you here.
So then, sir, please to consider
What I am to gain thereby,
For besides priest's service I
Served as buyer and as bidder.

50 _N._ That I surely won't deny.
Come now, make out a petition
Of all you would have me pay.

_C._ Sir, put me not off, I pray,
For indeed your one condition
Seems delay and still delay.
In your service I became
Priest and man of business too.

_N._ Yes, and I bestowed on you
Many a favour for the same,
60 More than most are wont to do.
What more should a priest require
Of money or emolument
Than his meals beside the fire
--That's daily one penny spent--
All things to his heart's desire?
And besides there is the glory:
He's chaplain to Lord So-and-so.

_C._ Of dress you think not, nor the worry
Of meals e'er taken in a flurry,
70 And sleeping with my head so low
My tonsure touched the ground, and no
Comfort nor pillow for my head,
And early mass, and late to bed.
And I, your favour for to win,
Served out-of-doors as well as in,
Bought shell-fish in the market-place,
To many an errand set my face
--You know, sir, it is as I say--
That ill became my dignity.
80 Your carrier on the highway
--Gee-up, gee-wo, the livelong day--
Was I, and charge was given me
Of the kitchen-negroes and the cats,
I cleaned your boots, I brushed your hats,
And might add other things to these.

_N._ Yes, for so 'twas my intent
To trust you with my charities,
And for the love of God you spent,
Nor asked I how the money went.

90 _C._ For the three years of which I speak
I'll tell you now without ado:
To a blind man a farthing you
Once bade me give in Holy Week.

_N._ I'm not denying that it's true.

_C._ And then just one year afterward,
An orphan's dower to help to find,
You bade give cloth--the roughest kind
Of Alcobaça--half a yard.
And also, perhaps you bear in mind,
100 Three lots of fish you bade divide
Among the convents round about
During these first three years: supplied
Were they from Pederneira, out
Of that same fund must I provide.
Now in three years I did receive
One hundred réis, and at this rate
Just this one halfpenny they leave.

_N._ I see you are most accurate.
But come now, without more debate,
110 Make one account of everything
And give't my secretary, he
Will the matter to my notice bring.

_C._ O Sir, leave all that for the King
Our master, and speak seriously.
My services your promise was,
Sir, when we were at Santarem,
That you would pay right well for them.

_N._ How often saw you me at Mass?
--I mean when 'twas you said the same.

120 _C._ If that was so am _I_ to blame?
They have been said on your behalf.

_N._ O keep them, keep them for yourself,
You're very welcome to them--so,
God will your due reward bestow.
My money I waste not that way
On masses muttered anyhow.

_C._ What, would you have your mummeries now
And think you need no fiddler pay?
This is presumption's height, I trow.
130 Unless your lordship's purse possesses
Means for pomp and state so high
To reduce them and spend less is
Merely not a hawk to buy
If you are without its jesses.
Pages six in cloaks arrayed
Wait upon you in the street
In state that for a king were meet.
Yet you have not, I'm afraid,
The Pope's lands nor Guinea's trade.
140 For your revenues shrink and shrink
Much like Alcobaça cloth.

_N._ Even so every noble doth
Who to high birth small means must link.
There's no other way, I think.
But I see, padre, what you want,
And my wish has always been
To give you to the King or Queen.

_C._ That would be good wheat, I grant,
If its flour could be seen.
150 Sir, if that should come to pass
At your kindness I'll rejoice.

_N._ Well then, without more ado,
That so I may judge your voice,
Sing a preface of the Mass.

_C._ That will I most gladly do,
But who will the responses say?

_N._ I. _C._ _Per omnia secula._

_N._ _Amen._ _C._ _Dominus vobiscum._

_N._ Sing on, padre. _C._ _Sursum corda._

160 _N._ Your voice, less soft than a recorder,
Is thick as an elephant's that has fed
Its fill of soup--and no more said.

_C._ Worse voice has Simão Vaz, I ween,
Yet he's Treasurer and King's
Chaplain, worse voice has the Dean
--Like a pelican _he_ sings--
And others that may be seen
In the palace. Let me end
My singing and great things you'll see.

170 _N._ I think I'm rather tired, friend.
But the King's you'll surely be,
Nor need we further effort spend.

_C._ Sir, the difficulty's this:
For you'll say: 'My chaplain he,'
The King knows what your income is
And he'll laugh right merrily
And send me to the Treasury.

_N._ If you had but a good ear!

_C._ How sing well when 'tis your use
180 To give me everlasting cheer
Of stockfish salted yesteryear,
The worst that all the seas produce?

_One of the nobleman's pages comes and says:_

_Page._ My lord, the goldsmith's at the door.

_N._ Show him in.--He's come for more
Money.--Come in, Sir, good-day.
Put your hat on, I implore,
I'm your great friend, you may say,
Since I e'er your praises sing.
Only last night to the King
190 You most highly I commended
And I know that he intended
To employ you. I'll insist
Every time I see him, for
Such mention oft advances more
Than directly to assist,
And these little things, you know,
May to a great value grow
As your name and fame have grown.

_G._ No other patron would I own,
200 Sir, I'll serve him with all zest.

_N._ Know you what I like the best
In you? (To the King I said it
And it's greatly to your credit)
That you ne'er for payment pressed
Nor your creditors molest.
Ne'er such patience did I see,
Such superiority
And anxiety to please.

_G._ Our account's so small a thing
210 And is so long overdue,
'Tis half dead of promises,
So that when I bring it you
I but a dead promise bring.

_N._ How most cunningly inlaid
And enamelled is each word!
I rejoice not to have paid
For the sake of having heard
Phrases with such skill arrayed.

_G._ Sir, I kiss your hands, but still
220 What is mine would see in mine.

_N._ Another courtier's phrase so fine!
'Sir, I kiss your hands, but still
What is mine would see in mine!'
Fair flowers of speech are yours at will.
What did the salt-cellar weigh?

_G._ A good two marks, most accurately.

_N._ The silver. And your work, I pray?

_G._ That may almost be ignored.

_N._ In all what may its value be?

230 _G._ Just nine thousand réis, my lord.
And I can no longer wait
For I'm killed by your delay.

_N._ Your insistence, Sir, is great
And I shall have told a lie
For quite differently I
Praised you. Praise may turn to gibe: you
Surely will not gain thereby.

_G._ With the cellar must I bribe you?

_N._ 'Tis of salt-cellars the worst
240 For which I e'er gave a shilling.

_G._ Though three years have passed since first
I let you have it I am willing
To retake it even now.

_N._ No, no, that I won't allow
For I would not have you lose.

_G._ Why then pay me not my dues?
For myself the charcoal bought
With which you turn my hopes to nought.

_N._ Boy, go see what does the King,
250 And if there are ladies to be seen,
The whole day shall not pass, I ween,
In pay and won't pay: no such thing.
And you return some other day:
And if you find that I'm away
Then speak unto my Chamberlain,
He of all moneys that accrue
Has charge and of the revenue
That yearly comes from tithe and grain:
And from him you will obtain
260 Most certainly what is your due.

_G._ And do you pay me with parade
Of words and other bounties vain?

_N._ See to it you that you are paid.

_As the chaplain goes out he says:_

_C._ Shall such men go to paradise?
If so I'll not believe in it.
But I'll be even with them yet:
Henceforth, proof against each device,
I'll countermine them by my wit.

_The page comes with a message and says:_

_P._ The King be in the palace, Sir.

270 _N._ In what room?

_P._ No more I know.

_N._ Low-born villain, is it so
That a message you deliver?

_P._ Arrah, I know what I'm about.

_N._ Arrah! just listen to the lout!
Are any ladies present there?

_P._ Yes, I saw ladies, I aver,
For they upon the terrace were.

_N._ Who were they?

_P._ They were ladies, Sir.

_N._ How called?

_P._ My lord, no one was calling.

280 _N._ These rustic churls are too appalling.
And serve me right for keeping such.
Henceforth I really must contrive
To have a page of better stuff.

_P._ Sir, I'll grow speedily enough
To please you, yes and will do much
Provided God leaves me alive:
And the rest I'll quickly learn
As others who good wages earn.

_N._ Well do so, and then I will see
290 How you may come to serve the King
And even page of the Chamber be.

_P._ So I did well to leave my home.
Since even shepherds may become
Attendants on the King, the King!
So thrives with corn the land, bereft
Of labourers, whom their fathers send
To Court their fortunes for to mend,
And soon there'll be no peasants left,
For all will on the King attend.

300 _N._ What mockery's this?

_P._ Nay, Sir, I know
That some poor Christians even so
From toil shall have deliverance.

_Re-enter the Chaplain._

_C._ Have you, my lord, by any chance
Yet spoken to the King of me?

_N._ I've had no opportunity.

_C._ The remedy may be delayed
Another three years, I'm afraid.

_N._ The King's so busy, now with France,
Now with the Turk, and now the Pope,
310 And other matters of high scope,
And with such careful secrecy
That I can see but little hope.
I'm always there at the levée,
But get no long talk with the King
In which to settle anything.
Meanwhile you may still serve with me
Until I find an opening.

_C._ Sir, I would have the matter brought
To a conclusion.

_N._ To conclusion?
320 Yes, and perhaps better than you thought.

_C._ Conclusion here I see in nought,
In everything only confusion.
Sir, a cope and a chasuble too
Have I in your service quite worn out:
Pay me the wages that are due.

_N._ Could you now but from East to West
Discover us the latitude
So, since your voice's not of the best,
You might win the King's gratitude.

330 _C._ Sir, I perceive you do but jest:
Would you pay me with a platitude?

(_He goes out._)

_P._ The King should take him, since he's cheap
At any price, is such a fighter:
He's from our village, and the sheep
Was in his boyhood wont to keep,
And now he's searching for a mitre.
But there's no chaplain of them all
Could ever bring him to a fall,
And Labaredas is his name.

340 _N._ But here Cotão's yclept the same,
The noblest in the land withal.
Now he demands what's his by right
As though 'twere not as easy quite
For me all Turkey's lands to burn,
Since any service to requite
Gives one a melancholy turn.

_Pero Vaz, a carrier, comes with a parcel of clothes for the nobleman and enters with jingling of bells, singing:_

The snow is on the hills,
the hills so cold and high,
I saw a maiden of the hills,
graceful and fair, pass by.

(_Speaking:_)

Go on there, _arré_, my fine mule,
350 You cost me in the market-place
Seven thousand and nine hundred réis
And a kick in the eye for the tax-gatherer fool.
Get on, my roan. And add thereto
The portion of five hundred too
That Nuno Ribeiro had to pay:
All this, my mule, was paid for you.
Get on, _arré_, upon your way,
For the afternoons now are the best of the day,
Get on, you brute, get on, I say,
360 Look you the crupper's all awry
And see, right round is pulled the girth:
Candosa wines bring little mirth
To any such poor fool as I.

(_He sings:_)

The snow is on the hills,
the hills so cold and high,
I saw a maiden of the hills,
graceful and fair, pass by.

(_He speaks:_)

Curse you, go on, _arré_, I say,
And now you're going all askew
As one who would at skittles play:
Come up, my mule, _arré_, _arré_.
370 But if I once begin with you
I'll make you groan upon your way.
By my Theresa, you'd lose your load,
You would, would you, upon the road?
But I'll not give you any rest
Nor leave flies leisure to molest.

(_He sings:_)

I saw a maiden of the hills, graceful and fair, pass by,
And towards her then went I with great courtesy.

(_He speaks:_)

Yes, and I would have you sigh
For the Aveiro bakeress,
380 For the inn you'll come to by and by
And then we'll off with the packsaddle
And the innkeeper we'll straddle
If he have not, to slake our thirstiness,
Good wine at threepence and kid at less,
And for hard bread soft buttermilk,
A fair wench to serve and sheets of silk,
If the floor's strewn with rushes the night be long,
If it hails, be the roof both new and strong,
When the lamp burns dim welcome fiddler's strain.
390 Hold up, there! At your tricks again?
Bandy-legged brute, shall I prevail,
If I rain down barnacles on your tail,
To make you look where you are going.
To the Devil with you! He'll be knowing
How to handle your like without fail.
'And towards her then went I with great courtesy:
Will you, said I, lady, of my company?'

_Vasco Afonso, another carrier, comes along and they meet on the road, and Pero Vaz says:_

_P._ Ho, Vasco Afonso, where goest thou?

_V._ Look you, I go along the road.

400 _P._ Without thy bells nor any load?

_V._ They were stolen from me even now
By a cursed robber at the inn.

_P._ We had a drink there as we came.

_V._ Whose, Pero Vaz, is all this stuff?

_P._ A nobleman's, Devil take the same,
Him and his suit of clothes and all.

_V._ Yes, 'tis a bundle large enough.

_P._ It takes the mule from head to tail.

_V._ One cannot say it's load is small.

410 _P._ Look you, now they will not graze
And when through open moors we pass
They nibble at the heather roots.

_V._ Leave them, Pero Vaz, to go their ways,
For very parched is here the grass,
And they won't touch the broom's green shoots.
What is to thee for carriage given?

_P._ I do not know, so help me Heaven.

_V._ What! didst thou not then fix a price?
Thou'st caught then in a pretty vice.

420 _P._ I left it to his good faith to pay
Whate'er he saw was due to me.

_V._ Left it to his good faith, you say!
And what then if he hasn't any
And has to go to look for it?
O thou hast done most foolishly:
I'll wager thee an honest penny
That thou'lt repent thy coming yet.

_P._ He put his hand--see here how--
Upon his beard and swore that I
430 Should be paid my money faithfully.

_V._ Was it a proper beard, look you now,
On which this oath of his was heard,
Or a mere straggling moustache?

_P._ Nay, as there is a God above,
A judge who will the right approve,
A nobleman will keep his word.

_V._ Thou knowest right well, Pero Vaz,
There are nobles now who scarcely know
Whether they're noblemen or no.
440 How is thy wife now? Is she well?
And thy other property?

_P._ That's there all right.

_V._ Well, and she?

_P._ She ran away. _V._ Impossible!
How sad thou must be feeling, why
Bad luck to it. _P._ In faith not I.
[_To his mule_] Come up there, must you ever go
Just where the cork-trees come so low?--
What has it to do with me?

_V._ Thou must needs be hurt thereby
450 When the innkeepers laugh at thee.

_P._ No, that doesn't make me tremble.
Vasco Afonso, look to thy mule,
It's going to lie down on the ground.

_V._ Thou feelest it but canst dissemble.

_P._ O no, I don't. Thou know'st as a rule
What women are all the summer round:
So much for any regret that I
Might feel for her now she is gone.
460 And as for people's laughter, why
As was her will so has she done:
She went away to her own loss
And leaves me not one tooth the worse.
I'm hale and hearty as I was,
Vasco Afonso, no change there is:
The son still of Afonso Vaz,
Grandson of the mason Jan Diz
And Branca Annes my grandmother
Of Abrantes: nor one way nor the other
470 It touches me. And yet I grieve
That she was partly in the right
And was not utterly to blame,
For I was ever wont to leave
Her lonely there while every night
To sleep at the inn with my mules I came.
I wished thus that she might remain
As a refuge for my old age,
Like a Medina counterpane,
But she saw through me and alack
480 Must view the matter in a rage
And go off on another track.

_V._ And what wilt thou do now, I pray?

_P._ I'll sleep at Cornaga's inn to-day
And at Cucanha's to-morrow.
So get thee on upon thy way,
And I'll on this errand to my sorrow
And we'll see how it will pay.

_He goes singing:_

'Will you,' said I, 'lady, of my company?'
But 'Sir knight, pass on your way,' said she unto me.

490 _Page._ Sir, the carrier is here,
He has brought the clothes for you,
For the sound of the bells I hear.

_N._ Look to it all of you with care.

_Pero._ Hold up mule, you son of a Jew.
Where shall I put the clothes, say, where?

_P._ Good morrow to you, good Pero.

_Pe._ God keep your worship even so.

_P._ By the Folgosas did you go?

_Pe._ Yes, that way was my journey made
500 And to-day is just a week ago
Since in your aunts' house there I stayed.

_P._ What was my father doing now?

_Pe._ Hoeing the vines in the sweat of his brow,
In great heat and weariness.

_P._ And my mother?

_Pe._ She was up the dale
Driving the herd--all in tatters her dress--
Out towards Cobelo's Vale.
[_To the mule_] Be quiet there. The greedy brute.
And yourself how do these times suit?

510 _P._ I'm flourishing like anything.

_Pe._ In faith you're growing fine and tall,
And may God give you health withal.

_P._ I'm my lord's page and may advance
To be the page who bears the lance.

_Pe._ What, is a nobleman so great?
That's for an Emperor, and the King
Of France, I see, must mind his state.

_P._ And more, I may go on to be
A knight of the nobility.

520 _Pe._ Nay, by the Lord, John, listen to me:
That were t'expect without good ground
A watch-dog to become a hound.
To the peasant far more honour doth
Coarse sacking than your flimsy cloth.
And to set his hand to till the soil
And for the nobleman by birth
To have men on his ways to toil
And let the rustic plough the earth.
For in Flanders and in Germany,
530 In Venice and the whole of France,
They live well and reasonably
And thus win deliverance
From the woes that are here to hand.
For there the peasant on the land
Doth the peasant's daughter wed,
Nor further seeks to raise his head,
And even so the skilled workmen too
Those only of their own class woo,
By law is it so orderèd.
540 And there the nobility
Serve kings and lords of high degree
And do so with a lowly heart
And simple, for their needs are small,
And the sons of the peasants for their part
Sow and reap the crops for all.

_P._ I'll go and announce you now.

_Pe._ Go and announce to your heart's fill:
By the solemn God of Heaven I vow
There are gods here more solemn still.

550 _P._ Sir, they've brought the clothes for you,
And the carrier's at the door;
Please to tell me, Sir, therefore,
Who is to pay him what is due.

_N._ That's what I should like to know.
What business is it of yours? You go
And look to what they've brought for me:
Stow it away in safety
And trouble about nothing more.

_P._ From over against Viseu is he
560 And properly belongs to me
Since I it was answered the door.

_The carrier comes in and says:_

_Pe._ Sir, I've brought the goods, you see,
For your worship, they're not small,
Here they are, pack-mules and all.

_N._ This is the strangest carrier's jargon
That has ever come my way.
A thousand crowns for you, a bargain.

_Pe._ Nay, Sir, I would have you pay
Simply what you owe to me,
570 For I must straightway be gone.

_N._ And what may the carriage be?

_Pe._ Sixteen hundred reis: you alone
Would I charge so little, Sir.

_N._ Go speak with my head messenger
For he's master of the horses
And the mules' astrologer:
Let him in a neat account
Fairly reckon the amount,
What is due, and how bought, how sold,
580 For this customary course is
Ever followed in my household.
And if he's absent by some chance,
And I _believe_ he is in France,
Then return some other day
And for the present go your way.
And your pay is in your hand.

_Pe._ I wish I had it in my feet.
O woe is me, O by my mother!

_N._ And have you a father and a brother?

590 _Pe._ Jest not but pay me as is meet,
For I come from beyond the moor,
Return I cannot to the Court.

_N._ Whenever you come to town my door
Is open: lodge with my men you must.

_Pe._ Never again will I put trust
In any noble of this sort,
Not though St Matthew himself exhort.

_N._ To making friends your thoughts incline,
Such friends as I especially,
600 For money is but vanity.

_Pe._ To the devil with such friends, say I,
Who cozen me of what is mine.

_The carrier goes away and another nobleman comes and the first nobleman says:_

_1st N._ O how well you time your visit
And your coming is most kind.

_2nd N._ Sir, it is not doubtful, is it?,
That to serve you I'm inclined.
And I would not have it said
Out of sight is out of mind.

_1st N._ A large sum of money I
610 To a goldsmith have just paid
For some silver he inlaid.
To a carrier too, though why
I should pay him scarce appears,
Or how he won what he obtains.

_2nd N._ So ill-gotten are their gains
That they rob your very ears.

_1st N._ Nay by the consecrated Host
And the Holy God of Heaven
Their onslaught is more fierce almost
620 Than that of wolves on a sheepfold even.
Why my very chaplain too
For the little work he does for me
By whatever saints there be
Yea and by the Gospels true
For his prayers I must be willing
To give him for each mass a shilling.
There's not in Portugal a man
More liable to pay than I:
Nor one who is from love so free.

630 _2nd N._ Ah keep yourself from its fell ban,
For lovers' joys and misery
I think will be the end of me.

_1st N._ For all the ladies upon earth
I would not give a halfpenny:
Frankly I say that's what they're worth.

_2nd N._ A lover gentle, you must know,
As I excels in delicacy,
By my faith 'tis even so.
And who should a fair lady's eyes
640 Behold and not be lost in sighs?
And their pretty ways that lead
You to toils in which indeed
You will find no thoroughfare:
Only infinite thorns and care.

_1st N._ Nevermore for lady I
Shall be made to pine or sigh.
But if she have fine estate
Thither then will my eyes turn
And my heart begin to burn,
650 Let the profit be but great.
Dance she ne'er so gracefully,
Skilfully with nimble feet,
Be she sensible, discreet,
And fairest of all fair to see:
If of her father I have no profit,
Much good, I say, may she have of it.
Do not you be so lovelorn,
For 'tis scarcely to be borne,
Love? nay madness, verily.

660 _2nd N._ By your way of it, I see,
I the husbandman discover
And in very sooth 'twill be
A fine story this for me
Of the farmer turning lover.

_1st N._ O mock me, Sir, if mock you can.

_2nd N._ Sir, the perfect gentleman
Doth not link his lady fair
With what her father may possess.
Nor descries he other scope,
670 Nor sighs for greater happiness
Than 'In the tresses of thy hair,'
For indeed is all his hope
Centred in that single song,
And 'Sorrows to him alone belong,'
And 'If they say so, let it be,'
And 'Who, my love, hath vexèd thee?'
I will sing and gloss them too,
All these songs both old and new.

_1st N._ Sir, you are so fierce and brave
680 That I'm half afraid of you:
By the holy books you have
A wont to carry with high hand
Even what you can't command.

_2nd N._ You mock me, yet 'tis but to prove
That as you mock you understand.
For I must far above you stand,
Since if you are exempt from love
'Tis at least for you to know
That where I go you cannot go.
690 When you are a lover, then
A discretion more profound
And subtlety your mind may fill:
The lover's world's beyond your ken,
A different world that's to be found
In regions further than Brazil.
O my world, the only true one,
O the right I fight for oft,
Sweet illusions that pursue one!

_1st N._ O the straw that's in my loft!
700 For a world of straw is mine
That all wants for a year will meet,
And I have a world of wheat
And will sell to all beholders,
And a head upon my shoulders.
But, my friend, I will not pine
For love, nor weep throughout the years
Mourning in this vale of tears.

_2nd N._ Farewell, you have no sentiment
And are stiff-necked exceedingly,
710 All that's not worth an ancient saw.
But me it grieves to see so spent
A noble's life most witlessly,
Since he's become a man of straw.

FINIS

TRAGICOMEDIA PASTORIL DA SERRA DA ESTRELLA

Tragicomedia Pastoril da Serra da Estrella.

Tragicomedia pastoril feyta & representada ao muyto poderoso & catholico Rey dom Ioam o terceyro deste nome em Portugal ao parto da serenissima & muy alta Raynha dona Caterina nossa senhora & nacimento da illustrissima iffante dona Maria, que depois foy princesa de Castella, na cidade de Coimbra na era do senhor de M.D.xxvij.

Entra logo a serra da estrela & diz:

¶ Prazer que fez abalar
tal serra comeu da estrela
faraa engrandecer o mar
e faraa baylar Castela
5 & o ceo tambem cantar.
Determino logo essora
ir a Coimbra assi inteyra
em figura de pastora,
feyta serrana da beyra
10 como quem na beyra mora.
¶ E leuarey la comigo
minhas serranas trigueyras,
cada qual com seu amigo,
& todalas ouelheyras
15 que andam no meu pacigo.
E das vacas mais pintadas
& das ouelhas meyrinhas
pera dar apresentadas
aa Raynha das Raynhas,
20 cume das bem assombradas.
¶ Sendo Raynha tamanha
veo ca aa serra embora
parir na nossa montanha
outra princesa despanha
25 como lhe demos agora,
hũa rosa imperial
como a muy alta Isabel,
imagem de Gabriel,
repouso de Portugal,
30 seu precioso esperauel.
¶ Bem sabe Deos o que faz.

PARVO. Bofe nam sabe nem isto;
a virgem Maria si;
mas cantelle nam he bo
35 nega pera queymar vinhas.

SERRA. Isso has tu de dizer?

PARVO. Quem? Deos? juro a Deos
que nam faz nega o que quer.
La em Coimbra estaueu
40 quando a mesma raynha
pario mesmo em cas din Rey,
eu vos direy como foy.
Ella mesma, benzaa Deos,
estaua mesmo no paço,
45 quella, quando ha de parir,
poucas vezes anda fora.
¶ Ora a mesma camareyra
porque he mesma de Castella,
rogou aa mesma parteyra
50 que fizesse delle ella--
pere qui vay a carreyra--
sabeis porque?
Porque a mesma Empenatriz
pario mesmo Empenador
55 e agora estam auiados.
Mas quando minha mãy paria
como a virgem a liuraua
tanto se lhe dauella
que fosse aquelle como aquella
60 se nam ouos hũa vez.

¶ Vem Gonçalo, hũ pastor da serra, ̃q
vem da corte & vem cantando:

¶ Volaua la pega y vayse.
Quem me la tomasse!
Andaua la pega
no meu cerrado,
65 olhos morenos, bico dourado
quem me la tomasse!

Falado.

¶ Pardeos muy aluoraçada
anda a nossa serra agora.

70 SERRA. Gonçalo, venhas embora
porque eu estou abalada
pera sair de mi fora.
Queriauos ajuntar
logo logo muyto asinha
75 pera yrmos visitar
nossa Senhora a Raynha,
querendo Deos ajudar.

GONÇ. ¶ Eu venho agora de la
& segundo o que eu vi
80 que vamos la bem seraa:
isto crede vos quee assi:
porque dizem que a princesa,
a menina que naceo,
parece cousa do ceo,
85 hũa estrela muyto acesa
que na terra apareceo.

SERRA. ¶ Gonçalo, eu te direy:
ella ja naceo em serra
e do mais fermoso Rey
90 que ha na face da terra,
e de Raynha muyto bella;
& mais naceo em cidade
muyto ditosa pareella
& de grande autoridade.
95 ¶ E mais naceo em bom dia
Martes, deos dos vencim̃etos,
& trouxeram logo os ventos
agoa que se requeria
pera todos mantimentos.

100 PARVO. Aas vezes faz Deos cousas,
cousas faz elle aas vezes,
atrauees como homem diz.
¶ Nega se meu embeleco
vay poer as pipas em seco
105 & enche dagoa o Mondego:
faraa mais hum demenesteco?
engorda os vereadores
& seca as pernas nas moças
de cima bem toos artelhos,
110 & faz os frades vermelhos
& os leygos amarelos
& faz os velhos murzelos.
¶ Enruça os mancebelhões
& nam atenta por nada.
115 Pedemlhe em Coimbra ceuada
& elle delhes mexilhões
& das solhas em cambada.

GONÇ. Vos, serra, se aueis dir
com serranas & pastores
120 primeyro se ham dauyr
hũa manada damores
que nam querem concrudir.
¶ Eu trago na fantesia
de casar com Madanela
125 mas nam sey se querra ella
perol eu bofee queria.

¶ Vem Felipa pastora da serra cãtãdo:

¶ A mi seguem os dous açores,
hum delles moriraa damores.
Dous açores que eu auia
130 aqui andam nesta baylia
hum delles moriraa damores.

Falado.

Gonçalo, viste o meu gado?
dize se o viste embora.

GONÇ. Venho eu da corte agora
135 & diz que lhe de recado.

FEL. Pois ja tu ca es casado,
nega que esperam por ti.

GONÇ. E sem mi me casam a mi?
Ora estou bem auiado.

140 FEL. ¶ Nam ha hi nega casar logo
& fazer vida com ella
senam for com Madanela.

GONÇ. Tiromeu fora do jogo.

FEL. Essa he a milhor do jogo.

145 GONÇ. Essoutra sera alvarenga?

FEL. Mas Catherina meygengra.

GONÇ. Antes me queime mao fogo.
¶ Nam vem a Meygengra a cõto,
que he descuydada perdida,
150 traz a saya descosida
e nam lhe daraa hum ponto.
Oo quantas lend̃es vi nella
e pentear nemigalha,
e por dame aquella palha
155 he mayor o riso quella.
¶ Varre & leyxa o lixo em casa,
come & leyxa ali o bacio,
cada dia a espanca o tio
nega porque tam devassa;
160 Madanela mata a brasa.
Nam cures de mais arenga
e dize tu, mana, a Meygengra
que va amassar outra massa.

FEL. ¶ Ja teu pay tem dada a mão
165 & dada a mão feyto he.

GONÇ. Par deos darlhey eu de pee
comaa casca do melão.
Raivo eu de coração
damores de Madanela.

170 FEL. Meygengra he mais rica quella;
quessa nam tem nem tostam.

GONÇ. Arrenega tu do argem
que me vem a dar tormento,
porque hum soo contentamento
175 val quanto ouro Deos tem.
Deos me dee quem quero bem
ou me tire a vida toda,
com a morte seja a boda
antes que outra me dem.

180 FEL. Eu me you pee ante pee
ver o meu gado onde vay.

GONÇ. E eu quero yr ver meu pay,
veremos comisto he.

¶ Vem Caterina Meyg̃egra cantando:

¶ A serra es alta,
185 o amor he grande,
se nos ouuirane.

FEL. ¶ Onde vas Meygengra mana?

CAT. A novilha vou buscar,
viste ma tu ca andar?

190 FEL. Nam na vi esta somana.
Agora estora vay daqui
Gonçalo que vem da corte;
mana, pesoulhe de sorte
quando lhe faley em ti
195 como se foras a morte,
tente tamanho fastio.

CAT. Inde bem, por minha vida,
porque eu mana sam perdida
por Fernando de meu tio.
200 Seu com elle nam casar
damores mey de finar.
Aborreceme Gonçalo
como o cu do nosso galo,
nam no queria sonhar.

205 FEL. ¶ Se tu nam queres a elle
nem elle tampouco a ti.

CAT. Quanta selle quer a mi
negras maas nouas van delle.
Deos me case com Fernando
210 & moura logo esse dia,
porque me mate a alegria
como o nojo vay matando.
¶ Oo Fernando de meu tio
que eu vi polo meu pecado!

215 FEL. Fernando, esse teu damado,
casaua comigo a furto.

CAT. Dize, rogoto, ha muito?

FEL. Este sabado passado.

CAT. Oo Jesu, como he maluado,
220 & os hom̃es cheos denganos,
que por mi vay em tres annos
que diz que he demoninhado.
¶ Felipa, gingras tu ou nam?
Isso creo que he chufar,
225 e se tu queres gingrar
nam me des no coraçam,
que o que doe nam he zõbar.

FEL. Elle veo ter comigo
bem oo penedo da palma
230 & disse: Felipa, minhalma,
rayuo por casar com tigo;
Digo eu, digo:
Vay, vay nadar, que faz calma.

CAT. ¶ Olha tu se zombaua elle.

235 FEL. Bem conheço eu zombaria:
vi eu, porque eu nam queria,
correr as lagrimas delle.

CAT. Maos choros chorem por elle,
que assi chora elle comigo
240 & vayselhe o gado oo trigo
& sois nam olha parelle.

FEL. ¶ Eu vou casuso ao cabeço
por ver se vejo o meu gado.

CAT. Tal me deyxas por meu fado
245 que do meu todo mesqueço.
Quem soubesse no começo
o cabo do que começa
porque logo se conheça
o queu jagora conheço.

¶ Vem Fernando cantando:

250 ¶ Com que olhos me olhaste
que tam bem vos pareci?
Tam asinha moluidaste?
quem te disse mal de mi?

CAT. ¶ A que ṽes, Fernãdo hõrrado?
255 Ver Felipa tua senhora?
Venhas muito da maa hora
pera ti e pera o gado.

FERN. Catalina! Catalina! assi
tolhes ma fala, Catalina?
260 Olha yeramaa pera mi,
pois que me tu sees assi
carrancuda e tam mofina
quem te disse mal de mi?
Com que olhos me olhaste, &c.

265 CAT. ¶ Dize, rogoto, Fernando,
porque me trazes vendida?
Se Felipa he a tua querida
porque me andas enganando?

FERN. Eu mouro, tu estaas zombando.

270 CAT. Oo que nam zombo, Jesu.
Nam casauas coella tu?

FERN. Eu estou della chufando.
¶ Catalina, esta he a verdade,
nam creias a ninguem nada,
275 que tu me tens bem atada
alma & a vida & a vontade.

CAT. Pois que choraste coella
nam ha hi mais no querer.

FERN. De chorar bem pode ser
280 mas nam choraueu por ella.
¶ Felipa auultase contigo,
vendoa fosteme lembrar,
entam puseme a chorar
as lembranças do meu perigo.
285 Se ella o tomou por si
que culpa lhe tenho eu?
Mas este amor quem mo deu
deumo todo para ti
& bem sabes tu quee teu.

290 CAT. Oo que grande amor te tenho
& que grande mal te quero.

FERN. Ja de tudo desespero,
que ja mal nem bem nam quero.

Teu pae tem te ja casada
295 com Gonçalo dantemão
& eu fico por esse chão
sem me ficar de ti nada
senam dor de coraçom.
¶ Vertaas em outro poder
300 vertaas em outro logar,
eu logo sem mais tardar
frade prometo de ser
pois os diabos quiseram
& ali me deyxaram
305 tanta de maginaçam
quanta teus olhos me deram
desdo dia dacençam.

CAT. ¶ Mas casemos, daa ca mão
& dirlhey que sam casada.

310 FERN. Ja tenho palaura dada
a Deos de religiam.
Ja nam tenho em mi nada.

CAT. Oo quantos perigos tem
este triste mar damores
315 & cada vez sam mayores
as tormentas que lhe vem.
¶ Se tu a ser frade vas
nunca me veram marido:
tu seraas frade metido,
320 porem tu me meteraas
na fim da Raynha Dido.

FERN. Nam se poderaa escusar
de casares com Gonçalo
& querendo tu escusalo
325 nam no podes acabar,
que teu pae ha dacabalo.

CAT. ¶ Se libera nos a malo!
Nunca Deos ha de querer
& Gonçalo nam me quer
330 nem eu nam quero a Gonçalo.
Eylo vem, velo Fernando?
bem em cima na portela;
diante vem Madanela,
aquella andelle buscando.

335 ¶ [FERN.] Vamolos nos espreitar
ali detras do valado
& veremos seu cuydado
se te da em que cuydar
ou se fala desuiado.

340 ¶ Vem Madanela cantando & Gonçalo detras della.

Cantiga.

¶ Quando aqui choue & neva
que faraa na serra?
Na serra de Coimbra
345 neuaua & chouia,
que faraa na serra?

Falado.

¶ Gonçalo, tu a que vens?

GONÇ. Madanela, Madanela!

350 MAD. Tornate maa hora & nella
que tam pouco empacho t̃es!

GONÇ. Madanela, Madanela!

MAD. Oo decho dou eu a amargura
quasi magasta, Jesu.
355 Ora tras mi te ṽes tu?

GONÇ. Pois a mi se mafigura
que nam maas de comer cru.
¶ Se tu me queres matar
por teu ter boa vontade
360 nam pode ser de verdade.

MAD. Gonçalo, torna a laurar
que isso tudo he vaidade.

GONÇ. Que rezam me das tu a mi
pera nam casar comigo?
365 Eu ey de ter muyto trigo
& ey te de ter a ti
mais doce que hum pintisirgo.
¶ Nam quero que vas mondar,
nam quero que andes oo sol,
370 pera ti seja o folgar
e pera mi fazer prol.
Queres Madanela?

MAD. Gonçalo, torna a laurar
porque eu nam ey de casar
375 em toda a serra destrella
nem te presta prefiar.
¶ Catalina he muyto boa,
fermosa quanto lhabasta,
querte bem, he de boa casta
380 & bem sesuda pessoa.
Toma tu o que te dão
em paga do que desejas.

GONÇ. Ay rogote que nam sejas
aya do meu coraçam.

385 MAD. Vayte di, que paruoejas.

GONÇ. ¶ Nam quero casar coella.

MAD. Nem eu tam pouco com tigo.
Vees? casuso vem Rodrigo
tras Felipa, que he aquella
390 que nam no estima num figo.

¶ Vem Rodrigo cantando:

Vayamonos ãbos, amor, vayamos,
vayamonos ambos.
Felipa & Rodrigo passaram o rio,
amor vayamonos.
395 ¶ Felipa, como te vay?

FEL. Que t̃es tu de ver co isso?
Dias ha que teu auiso
que vas gingrar com teu pay.

ROD. Nam estou eu, mana, nisso.

400 FEL. Quem te mette a ti comigo?

ROD. Felipa, olha pera ca,
dame essa mão eyaramaa.

FEL. Tirte, tirte eramaa laa,
tu que diabo has comigo?

405 ROD. ¶ Felipa, ja tu aqui es?

FEL. Rodrigo, ja tu começas?
Tu t̃es das maas vãs cabeças,
nam quero ser descortees.

ROD. Nem queyras tu er ser assi
410 grauisca & escandalosa;
mas tem graça pera mi,
como tu es graciosa
& fermosa pera ti.

FEL. Cada hum saa de regrar
415 em pedir o que he rezam:
tu pedesmo coraçam
& eu nam to ey de dar
porquee muy fora de mão.
E quanto monta a casar
420 ainda queu guarde gado
meu pay he juyz honrrado
dos melhores do lugar
& o mais aparentado.
¶ E andou na corte assaz
425 & faloulhe el Rey ja
dizendo-lhe: Affonso vaz
em fronteyra e moncarraz
como val o trigo la?
Ora eu pera casar ca,
430 Rodrigo, nam he rezam.

ROD. Se casasses com paaçom
que grande graça seraa
& minha consolaçam.
¶ Que te chame de ratinha
435 tinhosa cada mea hora,
inda que a alma me chora,
folgarey por vida minha.
Pois engeytas quem tadora;
e te diga: tirte la,
440 que me cheyras a cartaxo.
Pois te desprezas do bayxo
o alto tabaxaraa.

FEL. ¶ Quando vejo hum cortesam
com pantufos de veludo
445 & hũa viola na mão
tresandamo coraçam
& leuame a alma & tudo.

ROD. Gonçalo, vayme ajudar
aacabar minha charrua
450 & eu tajudarey aa tua.
Que estoutro sa dacabar
quando a dita vir a sua.

GONÇ. Eu sam ja desenganado
quanto monta a Madanella.

455 ROD. Deuetela dir com ella
como mami vay mal peccado
com Felipa.

GONÇ. Assi he ella.

ROD. E tu, Rodrigo, em que estaas?

FERN. Estou em muito & em nada,
460 porque a vida namorada
tem cousas boas & maas.

¶ Vem hum hermitam & diz:

HERM. ¶ Fazeyme esmola, pastores,
por amor do senhor Deos.

ROD. Mas faça elle esmola a nos,
465 & seja que estes amores
se atem com senhos nos.

HERM. O casar Deos o prouee
& de Deos vem a ventura,
da ventura aa criatura
470 mas com dita he por merce
& tambem serue a cordura.
¶ Pondevos nas suas mãos
& não cureis descolher,
tomay o que vos vier
475 porque estes amores vãos
teram certo arrepender.
Filhas, aqui estais escritas,
Filhos, tomay vossa sorte,
& cada hum se comporte
480 dando graças infinitas
a Deos & a el Rey & a corte.

¶ Tirou o ermitam da manga tres papelinhos & os deu aos pastores, que tomasse cada hum sua sorte & diz Fernando:

¶ Rodrigo tome primeyro,
veremos como se guia.

ROD. Nome da virgem Maria!
485 lede, padre, esse letreyro,
se me cega ou alumia.

Escri. Deos & a ventura manda
que quem esta sorte ouuer
tome logo por molher
490 Felipa sem mais demanda.

ROD. ¶ Vencida tenho eu a batalha,
Felipa, mana, vem caa.

FEL. Tirte, tirte, eramaa laa,
& tu cuydas que te valha?
495 Nunca teu olho veraa.

GONÇ. Ora vay, Fernando, tu,
veremos que te viraa.

FERN. Alto nome de Jesu!
lede, padre, que vay la?

Escrito.

500 ¶ A sentença he ja dada
& a sustancia della
que cases com Madanela.

MAD. Fernando, nam me da nada,
seja muytembora & nella.

505 FERN. Dias ha que to eu digo
& tu tinhas me fastio.

CAT. Oo Fernando de meu tio
quem me casara com tigo!

GONÇ. ¶ Oo Madanela, yeramaa,
510 se me cayras em sorte!

CAT. Ante eu morrera maa morte
que Fernando ficar laa
tam contrayro do meu norte.
E porem nam me da nada,
515 ja me tu a mi pareces bem,
Gonçalo.

GONÇ. E tu a mi
Catalina; mudate di
y passea per hi alem,
verey que aar das de ti.

520 FEL. ¶ Estouteu, Rodrigo, olhando,
& vou sendo ja contente.

ROD. Se de mi nam es contente
nam tey dandar mais rogando.
Eu andote namorando
525 & tu acossasme cada dia.

CAT. Inda queu isso fazia,
Rodrigo, de quando em quãdo,
muy grande bem te queria.
¶ E quando eu refusaua
530 de te tomar por amigo
nam ja porque eu nam folgaua
mas porque te examinaua
se eras tu moço atreuido.